I lived, or did I
People fall in love everyday.
People die everyday.
People cry everyday.
With all of this happening within milliseconds.
Does it even matter?
Does it matter if you smile.
If you cry.
Laugh.
Or die.
Who will remember you?
Surely not the old fellow at the bus stop.
Or that child you passed on the street.
Maybe if you leave something for them to love.
To cherish.
Something that says I was here, I was important, I lived.
But did you?
